Watching through the suffering soul that you can't control The pain is too strong A victim of persuasion to another throne Fated to slowly... This feeling, like I've been stabbed in the back Who vengeance in my mind I try to fight against it But in doesn't give me peace of mind, it gives me hate
It burns – the fire in your soul It burns – the anger you hold It burns – The growing pain It burns
You're fated to slowly die Once you betray the one who decides your faith There's no need to beg on your knees for mercy I've got tour future in my hands, with fear you wait for my command What shall it be
Torture – your body's too weak Torture – soon death will release Torture – your regrets won't help Torture You're fated to stowly die